Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.